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I gave slave a specific instructions. After having his body hair removed he was to keep himself cleanly shaven at all times. The other day I received a photo of how unkempt he had become. This is absolutely unacceptable! Before his arrival I share the photo, and he’s not entirely sure of what’s in store. Hooded and restrained, I thoroughly shave him from the neck down. My Wolford stockings and manicured nails elicit shivers and moans on his vulnerable flesh. As his chaste cock strains against the confines of his cage, I tell him about the permanent body hair removal methods that are in his immediate future. Due to his disobedience the latex hood is zipped closed. I straddle his head and make short work of removing tufts of chest hair. My lazer comes out to start the permanent hair removal process. Despite his begging I continue. It’s time his chastity device also receives an upgrade…to something even more devious and restrictive.

My chaste slave minion has been locked up for a while. This is obvious by the unkempt hair on his balls and groin area. While I tease him with My fingernails and silky smooth stockings, it’s time for him to be unlocked. I want to remove all his body hair! There’s a certain vulnerability to bare flesh, and with his senses heightened teasing will go to new heights. A more restrictive-i.e. smaller-chastity device is in his immediate future. I use various clippers to remove not only just his pubic hair but his leg hair too. More permanent methods of body hair removal may be in his future…

My rubber gimp has been forced to hold in a large butt plug for a while. I have him restrained and spread open eagerly waiting for My big black cock. It’s been three weeks of chastity, teasing, and torment. As I lube up My silicone slut slayer the hunger in his eyes is palpable. The sling enables him to rock back and forth on My cock, but he’s going to get power pounded balls deep! I alternate between slow deep thrusts and fast fucking. The only reprieve he receives is when I pull out a vibrating cock sheath. Milked and breathless he’ll be put back into chastity where he belongs.

Getting unlocked after only three weeks in chastity is a sign I have distinctive plans. My rubber gimp’s cock springs out of the confines of his cock cage. With his ass plugged and mouth already put to work on My boots, there’s still another hole to have My way with. Medical fetishists will enjoy the latex glove snapping and crinkling sounds of the fenestrated drape I prepare. I choose a thicker diameter autoclaved sound to fuck his urethra. Gravity does a majority of the work as he moans and thrusts his hips in an attempt to receive more of the metal rod.

Greeting protocol is one kiss on the top of each boot. My rubber gimp has forgotten this. I use the heel of My right thigh high boot to press the large butt plug in his ass to torment him further. Teased by the line of My shiny boots up the back of My latex clad leg, he must show enthusiasm for the honor of worship. As he gets a little lick and taste, I make him work harder while in bondage to enjoy more. Millimeters away, my rubber gimp gets quite the ab workout straining and struggling to worship! Whimpers and moans make Me smile and laugh. Desperate enthusiasm means he will never forget protocol again.

For the past three weeks I’ve had My rubber gimp locked in chastity. It hasn’t been easy for him with daily teasing and assignments from a distance. In My presence things get quite hot, sweaty, and agonizing! I pick out a sizeable butt plug to fill his slut hole while he’s tied down. The only way he’ll be face sat with My perfect latex backside is if his ass is stuffed first. I use his face to shine My latex-grinding away until there’s a mirror like sheen. This sensory overload leaves him speechless and filling his chastity cage.

It’s come to My attention you weren’t properly trained. Perhaps your previous experiences in Femdom were ones where you weren’t held accountable for your actions. This changes now! Becoming My slave means learning My standards, adhering to protocol, and discipline for infractions. I don’t walk softly, but I do carry a big stick. Caning isn’t merely taps. Strokes of the cane are hard and meant to correct. This is authentic FemDom and you will be transformed into something of My own design.

Being helpless, controlled, and at My mercy floods your thoughts day in and day out. Freedom in restraint-it’s where every aspect of your vanilla life melts away. When your brain shuts off and forces you to be completely present, I have you exactly where I want you. In many ways this is a meditative state-one where I lead and you follow. Of course you are in capable hands.

There are distinct areas of Her slave’s body that haven’t been worked over. Mistress Natalya Sadici applies clothespins with perfectly manicured fingers to his nipples. Having contact with Her leather clad body is something he yearns for. She presses Her backside against him while also crushing the clothespins on his nipples. Mistress Natalya turns him around in order to work over his back with Her whips. The cries and screams elicit diabolical laughter as he jumps to process the pain. Turning him back around, Mistress Natalya bull whips his chest to then remove all the clothespins. “Through pain you become better.”

Caning is for keeps. Mistress Natalya Sadici doesn’t deliver mere taps. Each stroke of the cane leaves a mark. Her slave’s backside is already worked over with the paddle, but She intends to leave pieces of him behind in the dungeon. The biggest mistake is to utter the word, “no”. Mistress Natalya ferociously removes, “no” from Her slave’s vocabulary! She turns him into a moaning and quivering mess.

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